Slowly, signs of life begin to appear within. Cat, a name she picked up before her encounter with another gang, rubs her head as she limps to the kitchen area. She passes Warthog, sprawled across his massive recliner, on her way there. She doesn't disturb the current leader of the Barons yet. She glances at his relaxed body, his head sagging down onto his chest. As she often does, she ponders her current existance as she rummages through the cabinets looking for the soy base and the egg flavoring. It really is quite amazing what she can do with that soy crud and some flavoring.
It was three years ago today that Warthog had saved her life. A group of the Barons were waylaid by The Purebloods, falling upon them quickly. A ganger made it away before the melee broke out in full, running back to HQ and calling in reinforcements. Warthog lead the counterattack with a blast from his "Eat My Lead" Warhawk. His Troll fists followed that blast. He was personally responsible for at least half of the other gang's casualties in that melee. However, the counterattacking Barons didn't quite make it to the melee in time. By the end of it, there was only 1 survivor of the original melee, Cat, and she just was barely considered that. Her throat had been torn out and the left side of her body was caught on the wrong end of a shotgun blast. The remainder of the gang beat feet as fast as they could to Doc Chomp's shop Secondhand Hands, with whatever they could carry. Cat was patched up, a second-hand voicebox used to repair her throat. Doc Chomp did as well as he could on the rest of her damage, but she still walks with a limp today, even with his best efforts. Doc Chomp also disposed of the other gang's corpses for the Barons.
Warthog wasn't always the leader of the Barons. The original founder of the gang was a human who called himself King Richie and whose ego was too big for a Troll. It was a name he sort of stole from some 20th century flatvid flick that he once saw. The gang was founded in a small, sub block area, near the intersection of 124th Ave NE and NE 140th St. No additional expansion occured under King Richie's reign. 9 months hadn't even elapsed since the founding before King Richie was removed. It still isn't known who was responsible for the hit, though most of the ganger's suspected The Purebloods. Warthog, King Richie's second at the time, halted all reprisals in their tracks. He felt that it was too clean of a kill to have been perpetrated by another gang.
Noone opposed Warthog's claim to the gang. One, because he had a decent plan to get the gang moving in the right direction, and two, because who in their right mind would go toe-to-toe with a Troll? Over the past three-and-a-bit years, Warthog has managed to successfully increase the gang's territory about tenfold, increase the gang's numbers by about 10, even including all the deaths, and increase the number of activities the gang is involved with. He also lead the acquisition of the gang's new HQ, about two years ago. This new HQ actually happened to be Roland's flophouse at the time. Roland provided no resistance, most likely because Warthog wasn't directly involved in the beatings. The warehouse itself seemed to be taking Roland's side though as a ganger fell through the floor, another had a stack of crates fall on top of him, and a third mysteriously fell down the elevator shaft. After a few minutes, Warthog stopped the beating of Roland, mostly because not many people are able to ignore that much of a beating, not to mention that the warehouse itself was taking a toll on the gang. He proceeded to wake the sleeping Ork up. "I likes ya!" was the greeting given by Warthog. There were some further discussions involved, but the warehouse did become the gang's new HQ and Roland did become one of Warthog's seconds. All-in-all, not a bad three-and-a-bit years. Warthog was, by far, the best leader the gang had seen so far.